Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 395 The Death of the Lamb (Part 7)

"Speaking of which, haven't you noticed something strange?" the fire investigator raised his hand. "Even though Nightmare used to be in hiding, he'd still show up at gatherings and events. But it seems like since some point, he's just stopped showing up."

"Now that you mention it, I find it strange. Nightmare is now relying entirely on fool's gold to deliver messages. This doesn't make sense." Air Force slammed the flare gun on the table. "There must be some hidden secret behind this."

"Although Fool's Gold left us potions produced by Nightmare, Hydra is undoubtedly the least practical one. The lyre, Mnemosyne and the Siren's Song are much more practical than Hydra." Xie Bian checked the medicine bottles again.

"Is Fool Gold hinting at something by leaving Xudra behind? Is anyone taking this potion now?" The fire investigator scratched his head.

The psychologist shook his head. "Usually, only Vera would use this potion. She hopes to restore her memory."

Conan immediately asked, "Can you tell me what the effects of these potions are? I found a list of potions in the basement of the Oletus Manor before."

The Air Force listed the effects of the four major potions: "The Lyre can cause coma, Mnemosyne can erase memories, the Siren's Song can create illusions, and the Hydra can reshape memories."

"Based on these four nightmare potions, other people in the manor also have similar abilities. For example, Vera's Forget-Me-Not scent has some of the effects of Mnemosyne, and Demi's Dovlin can recover from injuries in a short period of time." The psychologist added.

Conan immediately thought of the question that had been bothering him: "Is there any potion in the manor that can restore me to my original body?"

"You'd probably have to ask Professor Lucchino about that, but he might have had his own agenda when researching the antidote, you know." Ms. Farrow shrugged.

"Forget it, I don't want to become a lizard man." Conan imagined himself with slippery scales on his body and a forked tongue and sharp teeth in his mouth. Alas, he couldn't accept it.

(Darren: This is clearly a gift from our Lord, and you dare to despise it!)

Just when Conan was about to ask something, there was a loud noise coming from the next room.

"Who lives in the eye of the storm at sea? It's us! Fearless Giruff! Red-haired Giruffs, let us set sail and bring glory back to Valhalla!"

Conan was confused: "What's that noise?"

"It's Miss Brunhill. She drank three full jars of our Fu Man Lou's aged wine yesterday." Xie Bian helplessly covered his face with his hands. "It's obvious that she will remain in that unstable and excited state until the alcohol wears off."

There was also a lot of movement coming from the next room: "Come on handsome guy, one more!"

"How dare you! I'm your great-grandfather!"

"What great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers? I'm going to get rid of you, you sea monster, today. Prepare to die, Kraken! I'm going to shove my dragon bone bow into your ass!"

Crowd: 6.

Then there was silence in the next room, followed by a crackling sound.

"I asked you to exorcise the demon! You're a descendant of Mother Lagertha, so I'll beat you!"

"Woooaaaaaah! I was wrong, I was wrong. It's all my fault. I sank the Vinland. I'm sorry, everyone. I'm sorry. It was me who killed all those seagulls and sheep. Woo woo woo, I really know I was wrong!"

Conan saw that Oritis and the others were covering their faces and listening with their ears erect, and his eyes were half-mooned. However, he also wanted to hear what was going on in the next room, so he just stuck to the wall to eavesdrop.

The rest of the people in the room: Judging from your behavior, you also like to listen to gossip.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, I was wrong. I will never drink 'adult happy water' again."

"You have to stay by Miss Helena's side and protect her well. What does it mean to be drunk like this? The Viruf family is the overlord of the sea, not a rat that can only soak in a wine barrel! You also have to learn new knowledge from Miss Helena. Think about that damn Nowell family. Red hair is the pride of the Viruf family, not a witch's curse. You have to bring knowledge to them!" The night watchman's voice sounded a little disappointed.

"Oh, I get it. If those guys dare not listen to our teachings, we can hang them from the mast, or... or hang them from the stern to attract sharks, or even throw them onto the snowfield to let them feel the 'warmth' of the biting cold wind!"

Conan: The family motto of your Rufus family seems a bit extreme.

"Ahem, Brunel, isn't this a bit too violent?" This was the blind girl's voice.

Conan: Huh? Is Miss Helena here too? That's right, after all, the sculptor's target is her, so they've secured her in advance.

"Grandpa, it seems like someone is eavesdropping! You bold thief, take this!"

Conan, who was clinging to the wall, felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to leave the wall, he saw a fist appear three inches away from his head. As the fist retracted, Conan saw the archer's green eye.

"Eh? No, this isn't the cabin."

"Are you still drunk? This is Fumanlou, not the Vinland!" The night watchman's almost collapsed voice came from behind the hole.

"Hehe, it's okay, Xiao Ita, you don't have to pay for it." Xie Bian looked at the hole in the wall helplessly and tried hard to ignore it.

Fan Wujiu leaned closer to the hole and took a look, then grumbled, "What kind of weird power is this? I remember we were using a thickened wall."

Conan, frightened at this moment, shook off the dust on his head and looked towards the hole with horror: What kind of people are these people in the Gurufu family! In front is Ita Gurufu, the sixteen-year-old great-grandfather, and behind is Brunhilde Gurufu, the alcoholic great-granddaughter!

However, Conan still heard some clues from the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

The Night's Watch said, "Red hair is the pride of Gulliver, not the curse of the witch." This reminded Conan of the vigorous witch-hunting movement in the Middle Ages. Based on the name Brunhild Gulliver, it can be basically confirmed that the Gulliver family is a pirate family from Northern Europe, and the snowfield they just mentioned is probably in the permafrost area in Eastern Europe.

So, the Gurufu family had probably existed from the Middle Ages until now? Considering the precedent of the photographer's "suspected immortality," Conan began to wonder how long the Oletus Manor had existed. He roughly estimated at least a hundred years.

"Ahem, should we get back to the topic? Why hasn't Nightmare appeared for such a long time?" Xie Bian finally ended the topic about the Weirufu family.

"Suspicious, extremely suspicious," the fire investigator said, his expression thoughtful. "There's something terribly wrong. There's definitely something fishy going on."

"Could it be...that Nightmare's mental state is in trouble?" The psychologist immediately thought of this. "I remember his mental state wasn't very good, and he'd been taking several different potions."

"The most dangerous potion is Siren's Song. It's strictly controlled, and Hydra is a potion still under debugging. Nightmare probably won't use it on a large scale yet. But Fool's Gold was given to us from Nightmare..."